"Hello, Jake," he said amiably. "My name is Fred Barton. I'm a foreign service officer with the U.S. Department of State. I'm based in Hong Kong, and ...'ve been in charge of your case ever since it first came up. I flew in to meet up with you upon your arrival here in Miami. Let me be the first to tell you ... welcome home." He then sat down behind the lone desk in the room, and motioned for me to take a seat in a chair opposite him."Thanks, Mr. Barton," I replied, sounding decidedly ill at. "You need to get used to being this way, Sheila. And this IS the wayyou're going to be for the next two weeks. Maybe longer, if you give meany trouble. I can't wait to get our next photos back. They'll showanybody who sees them just how much you love living this way." The renewed threat to give them to my boss cowed me even further. I'dnever been so miserable in my life. She'd reminded me, as she handcuffedme to the bedframe, of what she'd said earlier. "I told you, Sheila. I knew. Breaking away again, she panted, "I know that we've had a ridiculous amount of sex in the last twenty-four hours, but I can't seem to get enough of you." You are like a drug to me, so I can't get enough of you either. But we really should get something to eat. I'm starving!" I replied."Does that mean we have to get dressed?" she asked sarcastically."You don't have to, but I will need to if I go out to get us something. In fact, you could just stand in the doorway naked and wave to me as I. Darien stood in the garage doorway, grinning. Ethan's face grew warm."It's easier to jerk off if you take it out of your jeans first, you know," Darien said."Yeah, I know."Darien crossed his arms. "So? Are you gonna do it? I wanna watch." No way. What, are you crazy?" Ethan said.Darien laughed. "Dude, you're something, you know that?" Yeah, shut up." Ok. Come on, we gotta pick up Maria." What for?" Ethan said."'Cause she needs a ride home, you dumbshit. Now come on."They jumped in Darien's car.